“What’s that? No backsides?” I chuckled nervously.
Dad laughed.
“No, I’ll take you back any day. I want you to know, my love,” he said and took my hands in his, “that you are the best thing that’s ever happened to your mother and me. I couldn’t love you more if you were my own blood. I’m so proud of you. You have grown into a fine woman, and I love you to the moon and back.”
“Uhh, Dad. Shame on you for ruining my mascara,” I said through tears. “I love you so much. You are the finest father any child could wish for.”
“Okay, let’s get you married,” he said and kissed me on my forehead before lowering the vale over my face.
“This is it,” I whispered as I looked toward the aisle where Max was waiting for me.
“Showtime, precious child,” Dad winked.
The sunset from the deck of our yacht was especially beautiful. Angel and I lay side by side on loungers, enjoying the last few rays of the day. My new bride and I were two days into our honeymoon, traveling slowly along the Caribbean. We were moored just off St. Thomas, a postcard-perfect island to be sure.
“I’m so glad Mom and Dad insisted we leave Dash with them. I know it sounds mean, but I’mlovingthe alone time with you,” Angel purred.
“It doesn’t sound mean at all. He’s a handful, our little adventurer. You deserve a break, my love. Besides, I’m sure your folks are spoiling him rotten as we speak.”
“Yeah. I’ll worry about that when we’re home again.”
“Would you like to go onto the island tonight for dinner?”
“Nah, let’s ask JP to throw a few steaks on the grill. I’m too lazy to get all dolled up.”
“Ooh, good idea. Naked steak,” I grinned.
“What the hell is naked steak?”
“It’s a new game I’ve been working on. Wanna play? It has marketing potential.”
“You reckon?”
“Oh, yeah. Onebiteand you’re hooked.”
“Okay, I’m game.”
“That’s my little firecracker,” I growled and kissed my wife’s naked belly. “Always up for a challenge.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I’ll call down to the chef.”
I picked up the phone and dialed the kitchen.
“Hi, JP. Will you throw a few steaks on the grill, please? The boss has a meat craving,” I said and winked at Angel. “Oh, and no one on the upper deck, please.”
“You sure know how to impress a girl,” Angel smiled.
“That was nothing. I’m about to surpass myself, gorgeous.”
I pulled at the strings on Angel’s bikini top. Quick as a flash, I freed her stunning breasts.
“Skillfully done, Mr. Mikhailov. Did they teach you that in Moscow?”
“It’s amazing what a horny teenage boy will pick up while watching American movies, my pretty American woman.”
“Ah, I see you’re a quick study.”